the circus, continued

April 17, 2009

Yo, y'all

Now, where was I? Oh, right! I was healing from a bit of breakdown brought on by a traumatic breakup, working on being in recovery on the side, frosted just a bit by being a single mom. It's coming back to me now. And the last thing I remember thinking was that blogging was a bit self-indulgent.

Which it totally is.

So I come back here a bit reluctant, as well as feeling a bit exposed because sometimes the people who read this get a wee bit put out, for instance when I am explicit or ungrateful or when I tell the story my own fucking way because, hey, am I writing this or are YOU?, but I need this outlet. I have a big change on the horizon: I am going back to graduate school for master's degree #2. (I'm thinking of collecting an even half dozen, I guess.)

I have between now and the fall to find how the gear system of this Mack truck I'm driving works and shove this rig forward. And I can do it.

Damn the torpedoes (or whatever it is the bad guys shoot at Mack trucks). I'm out of this window and into the next. I hate change, but it really puts out.

It seems to me that some people have a tendency of evaluating other people's lives, and talking down to them with phrases like "when you aren't making good choices" as if they were five years old. I'm not sure where they get their God's-eye view, though. It's a mystery.

And to LosingTrue: please keep blogging. Your particular take on the world, your voice, your eye, however often you choose to visit here, is like a window cracked open to the weather -- and whatever blows in, be it a blizzard, a breeze, or a slant of morning sun, it is always real.

Hmmm. Don't really want to get in the middle of an argument between deities. Was just looking for a nice piece of prose when I noticed someone left the light on in here. Geez, I thought this place was deserted.